From across the River

Well, it is official. I am in treatment for cancer. I still looked at the surgery as the process of removing something that was inside of me. People with cancer are the ones that have the chemical and radiation treatment. I now have posse's of chemical cowboys riding through my body trying to find the bad guys and shoot'em dead. All of these cowboys are very vigilant. Some, though, are mean guys but can't see very well. Because of that they just go after anything that is young and fast regardless of whether they are good or bad. It apparently is the vetting out of the good guys that often causes much of the side effects. As the cancer vessel I just get to sit back, drink lots of fluids, think lots of positive thoughts and wait. But I do have to admit to myself that I have cancer. We were in a room full of cancer vessels today and suprisingly we come in all shapes and sizes. Some of us are quiet, some are very chatty. Most were more prepared for the long day than we were, but not to worry next Thursday we will already be veterans at this. On first observation we cancer folks seemed just like other folks. Now I realize I was a first timer to the chemo game but I think I did notice a very small nuance of difference. Every single time someone walked by us be it one of my kind(I hate the words patient or victim so I am still searching), caregiver or support staff they ALWAYS smiled. It could be just me but I am betting this trend will not stop in this group. I will keep you posted. Speculation may cause one to think that an abrupt change in someone's view of their remaining time continuum could possibly create a desire to smile more often. I am definitely going to research this more.
I now have a scheduled block of 5-6 hours every Thursday for the next eight weeks to conduct my studies. There is a tiny little spot in me that is kinda looking forward to the next encounter. Anyway, as Cat so accurately put it in her words, from across the river I bid you adieu.